Listen to the whispers or talk to the bricks!
A young business manager walks from his brand new BMW office to a house in DHA through a backward area on the outskirts. Suddenly he saw a small child running towards the road and slowed down. Then he saw the baby bouncing something. With the sound of knocking, a brick hit the door of his new car. He immediately applied the brakes and got out of the car and saw the door that had been hit hard.
He grabbed the child hitting the brick and shook it violently. "Are you blind, crazy child? Will your father pay for it?" He roared from zero
There were mixed expressions of remorse and helplessness on the face of the child wearing the dirty shirt.
"Sir, I don't know what else to do. I raised my hand and sighed, but no one listened." He said something in broken Urdu. Suddenly tears welled up in his eyes and he pointed to a low-lying area of the road and said, "My father has fallen over there. It's too heavy. I didn't have eight. What do I do, sir?".
There was a look of surprise on the business executive's face and he moved towards the low-lying area along with the child where he saw a strange sight. A disabled person was lying face down on the ground and at the same time a wheelchair had collapsed. It was seen that the child could not handle the wheelchair due to weight. At the same time, cooked rice had fallen which father and son had probably brought in demand from somewhere.
"Sir, please. Pick up my abbey and put him in a chair." Now the baby in the dirty shirt was having regular hiccups.
It felt like a hug in the young executive's throat. He understood the whole matter. She was now feeling remorse for her anger. Ignoring his suit, he moved forward with all his might, groaning, lifting the disabled man and somehow putting him in a wheelchair. The baby's father was unwell and his face was full of scratches.
Then he ran to his car and took ten thousand out of his wallet and put it in the pocket of the disabled person with trembling hands. He then wiped his scratches with tissue paper and pushed the wheelchair up. The child watched him with tears of gratitude and then sat his father on a chair and walked towards his hut. His father was constantly raising his hand towards the sky and praying to the young man.
The young executive later opened a Jhangi school for Jhangi builders in collaboration with a charity, and in the years that child joined the race for life by reading and writing with many other children.
That BMW car remained with him for another five years, but he did not repair the dented door. If someone ever asked him, he would simply say, "In the race of life, one should not run so fast that one has to hit a brick and stop the car." The listener would be a little surprised to hear her talk and see the moisture in her eyes and then shake her head, understanding or not understanding.
The one above whispers in our ears and sometimes speaks from our heart. When we refuse to listen to him, he occasionally throws a brick at us. Then we have to listen to that. While we are running for the happiness of our family, wife and children, there are many dumb screams and whispers scattered around us. It would be nice if we could hear the whispers around us so that it would not be our turn to throw bricks. Amen
"Anjum"